The world's shortest year

I have the weirdest life. EVER.

I have long wanted a Japanese Chin puppy. It would also be a good sibling for DD1. So I go to this breeder's website, that I have long drooled over, and filled out the waiting list form. Waiting list is supposed to be about a year, which is fine by me. It will give us time to save up, etc. So I fill it out, sent it off. This was about 11 AM. The time is important.

So, moving on to 3 PM. I'm in the doctor's office with Gina the Client. Phone rings. I answer, thinking it might be work related. It's the breeder. Actually, they have a puppy in Texas. Am interested? This, a big ol' three hours later. This was supposed to be a year wait! I told her I'd have to call her back. I hang up, look at Gina and go "Just how long were we in that waiting room?!" She laughed at me, because she knows that all neurotypicals are doofuses.

This all had the most anticlimactic finish possible. I prepared questions, called... and got this labyrinthine business voicemail that I couldn't even figure out how to leave a message. I wound up going to the website, getting the e-mail, and e-mailing the questions. So, we shall see. The moral of this story is, I have the weirdest life known to mankind. Or puppykind.